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Alphabet for bedtime

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

A is for all my kids who I tuck into bed,
B is for best wishes and a kiss on the head.

C is for cuddles at night when you fret,
D is for a drink of water you’ll get.

E is for every time you get scared in the night,
F is for fearless when I ward off your fright.

G is for giggles when I tickle you tummy,
H is for the hugs that you give to your mommy.

I is for the interesting stories you tell,
J is for just one more story you’ll tell.

K is kidding with a smile and a wink,
L is for laughing when I stare and don’t blink.

M is for many miles travelled in a book,
N is for noticing how tired you look.

O is for overtired when your day has been long,
P is for “please won’t you sing me a song?”

Q is for “Quiet! Your sister is sleeping.”
R is for resting your tired eyes from peeping.

S is for sleeping the whole night away,
T is for tomorrow, a brand new day.

U is for upset when I turn out the light,
V is for very upset when I tell you good night.

W is for wishing on an evening star,
X is for ‘xplaining what those stars really are.

Y is for “Yes dear, it is now time for bed.”,
Z is for the ZZZZZZ soon to be filling your head.

Toast me a Tart

Monday, June 4th, 2007

There are certainly days when I don’t feel silly,
Funny or happy or plain willy-nilly.

On the days that lack a humorous start,
I get out the toaster and toast me a tart.

And once the sugar from that tart kicks in,
It gets me all giddy, puts my mind in a spin.

Until suddenly I need to break into song,
And go prancing and bouncing and dancing along.

Out the front door I sing and I dance,
While the neighbors suspect I’ve got ants in my pants.

But I don’t care, I shall do it some more,
I bound as the sweat from my brow starts to pour.

I’ll go for as long as my feet don’t give in,
I’ll dance and I’ll prance like stopping’s a sin.

My voice will go dry before I give up,
My legs will go weak when I’ve had enough.

Just when I think I could go on all day,
The truth of the matter gets in the way.

I haven’t a tart in the fridge or the drawer,
I haven’t a tart in the pantry no more.

Now I’m not happy or plain willy-nilly,
It is days like these when I don’t feel silly.

Magic Land

Monday, May 14th, 2007

A little boy and his unicorn, in a magic land they be,
Stopped to rest from a magic quest, beneath a magic tree.

“Exuse,” said he, the magic tree, “your stepping on my boot.”
And sure enough, when they got up, a boot was on his root.

“Why do you wear a boot, when you have no place to go,”
Said the boy, “I may not be too bright, but at least this much I know.”

Said the unicorn to the boy, “Because he’s got ambition,
“so he’s running on the spot to help him with his weight loss mission.”

“He can’t lose weight,” exclaimed the boy, “I can’t see how he’d do.”
“The tree might think he’s hefty, but he’s slight for 102.”

The unicorn and the little boy, heard the old tree say
“The boot is on my root to stop you crushing it all day!”

Willy and Billy

Saturday, May 12th, 2007

Warthog Willy and Sidekick Billy, were a pair of silly bones,
Said Warthog Willy to Sidekick Billy, “Would you like some tea and scones?”
“Warthog Willy,” replied Sidekick Billy, “I would rather pick my nose,”
To Warthog Willy, continued Billy, “and drink from a garden hose.”

Laughed Warthog Willy, laughed Sidekick Billy. “Oh my, I do declare,”
From Warthog Willy, for Sidekick Billy, “that I would rather eat my hair!”
“Further,” Willy, carried on to Billy, “I would completely swallow my hat!”
At Warthog Willy, asked Sidekick Billy, “What would be wrong with that?”

Rather Have Resess

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

It is always so hard to wake up for school
I am so tired that I act like a fool
When I get to my desk, I am so bored that I drool
I drool so much it collects in a pool

I wait and I wait all morning for gym
I love playing dodge-ball with my buddy Tim
Last time that we played, when I threw it at him
He whipped it at me nearly breaking my limb

Next class is math and I know that’s a drag
I can’t even stand to get my book from my bag
Tim puts his hand up ’cause he likes to brag
I’d rather have recess so we can play tag

The end of the day is soon coming near
I made it through spelling and French with no fear
Though reading and writing may still draw a tear
When that last buzzer rings I’m off like a deer.